All Chapters of He was never mine: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

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The Shift

Wyatt's POV“Well, that was me.”Nobody reacted at first. Then I heard someone near the back of the table, barely above a whisper."Wyatt Kane?"Nobody stood, or reached for anything but the energy in the room changed completely.Every eye that had been locked on Avery swung toward me. The organizer with his hands flat on the table leaned forward a little, the journalist with her pen still raised, Elise Laurent straightened her back. All of them recalculating. My gaze moved between the organizers, my voice stayed calm and even. "If you're making decisions based on that photo, then you should at least get it right." Nobody spoke, so I gave them the rest."We're together."No further explanation, no backstory, no details about when or how or why it wasn't public yet. They didn't need any of that. They needed one thing and I'd given it to them. One of the organizers leaned back in his chair, shoulders dropping. Another reached up and adjusted his glasses with shaking hands. The journa

Now It’s Bigger

Wyatt’s POVThe noise didn't stop, if anything it got louder in the corridor the moment Elise left. The press had followed us, and security was still pushing people back somewhere behind us. Further ahead, music poured through the walls. Another show going live. Models lined up behind a curtain, staff rushing past with racks of clothes, someone calling lighting cues into a headset.Fashion Week didn't pause for anyone. The crisis hadn't stopped a single thing. The industry kept moving, and now Avery was back in it. Something in my chest eased slightly.Her team intercepted us before we made it halfway down the hall. Her assistant, two of the team leads, all of them waiting."What happened in there?""Is it handled?"Avery stopped walking and glanced at me. "It's handled but someone made another story out of it for the press.” I shifted slightly beside her, and tried to cover a small cough that escaped. The team looked at me then. Their whole tone adjusted in about three seconds,

No Going Back Now

Avery's POV"They're asking for a joint interview."Wyatt leaned closer, eyes moving across the screen. "A joint interview?"I let out a slow breath. "After the final show." Which meant this wasn't just about putting out a fire anymore. This was something they wanted us to show. The sharp knock came on the door. My assistant stepped in, tablet already in her hand, walking toward us."You need to see this, ma’am,” She turned the screen toward me. "The headlines have changed.”My brows furrowed together. "To what?""It's not 'unknown man' anymore,” she swiped on her tablet. “It’s now a relationship reveal.” My jaw tightened. The moment Wyatt walked into that room and said those two words, the whole story had flipped. It became messy in about forty minutes flat.She wiped again. "Buyers are asking for you again. Specifically you."My eye’s widened. "Not Elise alone?""No." She shook her head. "They want both of you now."Everything that had slipped away yesterday, the buyers, the pre

Same Side

Avery's POVThe door clicked shut behind her and the room went quiet.Just the two of us now. I moved first, stepping away from where we'd been standing, putting some distance between us the way I always did when I needed to think clearly and I couldn't do that with him too close. His hand caught my wrist before I got far enough."You really didn't want me here," he said calmly, his eyes reading my face.I turned.“This isn't about you." I pulled my wrist free and kept my voice even. "It's about the situation, the public mess." I let out a deep breath. “I had things moving in a direction I could manage and then you walked into that room. Now it's something completely different. That's what I'm talking about. I didn't want you dragged into the middle of all this."He stepped closer slowly. "You don't get to decide that for me."I opened my mouth but he cut through it before anything came out."I told you before. I'm not walking away from this." His eyes stayed on mine, steady in that

One Bed

Avery's POVWe left the venue right after. My rental car waited outside, but Wyatt asked to drive.I gave him the keys and I walked around to the passenger side and got in.The city lights slid past the windows as we pulled away. My hands rested loosely in my lap, my gaze fixed on the road ahead.A few minutes in, his hand shifted off the steering wheel. His fingers laced through mine where they rested on my lap, and I didn’t pull away.My thumb moved against his and his grip tightened just a fraction in response, and then stayed that way. It sent small sparks through me. I kept my eyes on the road, but my mind stayed on his touch.We reached the hotel in twenty minutes. He parked the car and we made our way to my suite. I dropped my bag on the nearest chair the moment we were in the room. I stepped out of my heels, and walked deeper into the room.Wyatt stayed near the door for a second, taking the space in, then stepped fully inside.My eyes landed on the bed, I had forgotten compl

Elise

Avery’s POVThe cameras found us the second we stepped outside. Flashes everywhere, voices overlapping, and microphones shoved forward before we’d even cleared the hotel entrance.“Ms. Montreux! Are you officially confirming the relationship?”“Mr Wyatt Kane, is this a publicity move?”“How long has this been going on?”I kept my face forward and my pace steady. Wyatt said quietly beside me. “Keep walking.” His hand found mine, fingers lacing through naturally, “You’re not helping the situation,” I muttered under my breath.A faint smirk pulled at his mouth.“I am the situation now,” he said, tightening his grip on my hand as he leaned closer.“Everything they want?” His voice dropped just for me. “It’s right here.”I had nothing to say to that. So I stayed quiet. We walked through the crowd together and the flashes followed us all the way to the car. Reporters shouting questions at our backs that we both ignored.Last night still sat in my chest. I had tried so hard not to think a

Now We See You

Avery's POVI hadn’t slept properly. I lay there in the dark after Wyatt fell asleep, staring at the ceiling with the data running through my head on a loop. I’d gone through it three times before I picked up my phone again.It still didn’t sit right. None of it did.By morning, I was sitting at the small desk in the corner of the suite, laptop open, going through it a fourth time when Wyatt came out of the bathroom, already dressed, and took one look at my face.“You’ve looked at it three times,” he said.“Four,” I corrected, my voice coming out tighter than I meant it to. “And it still doesn’t make sense, Wyatt.”He crossed the room and stopped behind me, eyes moving over the screen. “Then we stop trying to make it fit.”I turned to look at him. “She’s not just a colleague.” I paused. “She’s a friend to me. I thought she was.”He just held my gaze. “Then we prove it.” Something inside me shifted right then. The heavy feeling in my chest moved aside and made room for something sha

Caught

Avery's POVMy assistant answered quietly. “It’s the head of the media team. Donald.”‘He coordinates the media team.” She added. Wyatt’s jaw shifted, something dangerous showed behind his eyes. “Where the fuck is he right now?”That was the only question that mattered. I locked my phone and turned toward the door.The memory from the first day we had arrived from California hit me before I’d even taken two steps. That day, the backstage was in chaos and everything was overwhelming. Donald had walked straight up to me with his hand already extended, and a soft smile plastered across his face. “Donald. I handle all media coordination for the venue. Anything you need, come straight to me.” He’d said.He answered questions my team asked before I answered them. He had our team’s access requirements sorted out. I’d thought he was just exceptionally good at his job. I’d actually been grateful. That first afternoon was a lot, and he’d made one small part of it easier. I’d even mentioned

Confession

Avery's POVSecurity moved him to one of the venue’s private rooms, one of the rooms used for sponsor meetings and press briefings, small, with one small window, chairs around a narrow table. Donald sat in one of them, hands flat on the table in front of him, two security guards stood near the door. One of the organisers sat across from him. My assistant stood off to the side. Wyatt and I remained standing.Wyatt looked at him, hands slipped into his pockets. “Start talking.”Donald let out a deep breath through his nose, his shoulders dropped. “It wasn’t personal.” he said, his eyes went to me first.I stared at him. “That’s where you’re starting?”He looked down at the table, his fingers pressed harder on the table. “I just meant…”“I know what you meant,” I said, cutting him off. “Keep going.”He posted the photo. He admitted it right away without being pushed. He laid it out step by step. His voice stayed steady like he had gone over the story in his head many times. He used a ro

After The Noise

Avery’s POVThe corridor outside the venue felt like a completely different place two days later.Donald had been handed over to the authorities the morning after his confession. He was charged with unauthorized system access, and distribution of private content.The organizers had their legal team move on it fast and quietly, no press, no announcement, nothing that would drag the event through more noise. It was handled cleanly. I watched the event getting wrapped up and felt almost nothing, because handled wasn’t the same as solved. Donald was just a messenger. Whoever told him to do that was still out there, still invisible.I filed that away and got on with the day.The joint interview was set up in one of the venue’s media rooms. Two chairs faced a camera with soft lighting. A reporter from an industry outlet sat across from us. She had been briefed on exactly how much she could push. Thirty minutes, scheduled.Wyatt sat beside me, close enough that our shoulders almost touched.

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